Rotisserie chicken, how many ways can I tell you I love you. One fond memory goes back to graduate school. My roommates and I would drive home from the grocery store, salivating at the aroma of rotisserie chicken wafting from the trunk. As soon as we arrived back at our apartment, without even putting away all the groceries, we'd pull out the chicken and dig in. Uncivilized? Starving graduate students? Call us what you will, we savored every bit of that chicken. Tonight, my husband and I enjoyed the chicken in soup form.
rotisserie chicken+broth from boiling the bones of a rotisserie chicken
+Japanese udon noodles+carrots+scallions